Returning to the Mysterious Era

Chapter 258 - A Good Look

Chapter 258 - A Good Look

Both men were stunned.

"Run?"

They had never heard such words from the Blood Spirit before. In fact, they didn't even know the Blood Spirit could say anything unrelated to food. Ever since they had been parasitized by the Blood Spirit and became its servants, they had gained power far beyond ordinary humans.

They had also become caretakers, responsible for continuously feeding the Blood Spirit within their bodies. They only knew the Blood Spirit as a sticky, blackish-red mass of blood, similar to mud or glue, residing within their bodies. It granted the host special abilities, but they had to hunt healthy humans to feed it their blood in return.

If the quantity or quality of the blood was insufficient such that it left the Blood Spirit hungry, the host might meet the fate they were trying to avoid—being devoured by the Blood Spirit as a snack. Thus, the relationship between them was that of master and servant. This was why the two men called themselves servants. As servants, they had no choice but to obey their master's orders.

Although the Blood Spirit's command was abrupt, the two men quickly reacted. They hurried toward the nearby car, no longer paying attention to their original target.

Vrr... Vrr...

The engine quickly started, and the tires trembled as the car picked up speed. Soon, the black car sped off along the empty road. In the driver's seat, the long-haired man, Chernault, stepped on the gas at the Blood Spirit's command. The car accelerated to its limit, reaching around forty miles per hour, which was considered very fast for that time.

The maximum running speed of a human was about the same. But that was only for short bursts; over long distances, even ten miles per hour would be considered fast.

Chernault felt the cold wind blowing through the window, relaxing slightly as he glanced at the rearview mirror. To his surprise, his view was blocked by a dark shadow that looked like someone's billowing coat.

Suddenly, the hem of the coat seemed to drop, revealing a face with an indifferent expression. The man had blond hair, sunglasses, a sharp jawline, and a hat that stayed firmly in place despite the high-speed chase and strong wind.

In the passenger seat, the short-haired man looked out the window. Two figures were effortlessly running alongside the speeding car. Their strides weren't particularly quick, but each step covered an impressive distance.

At a glance, it looked as though they were casually strolling, but in reality, their speed was nearly fast enough to take flight. They were surrounded on both sides.

Chernault's eyes narrowed in determination as he jerked the steering wheel. The car's rear swung violently to the left and toward Cassius.

Pa.

Just as the rear of the car jumped across the street to hit him, Cassius reached out and lightly pressed back on the car's body. The car immediately corrected its course and resumed moving straight.

It looked no different from before. However, the smooth black-painted metal body now had fine cracks radiating out from a visible handprint.

Chernault narrowed his eyes warily, thoughts racing. The three hadn't attacked yet. Perhaps they wanted to force him to drive to a more secluded location. He quickly glanced at the short-haired man in the passenger seat.

"We can't shake them. We'll have to fight."

"There's a gun in the back seat. Use it with the Blood Spirit's power!"

The two men nodded at each other, a fierce aura spreading across their scarred faces. They were no pushovers and wouldn't let anyone control them. With the Blood Spirit's power and high-caliber firearms, they were confident.

***

In a secluded alley, the two men, beaten black and blue, knelt on the ground in front of a moss-covered green wall. However, their backs were still straight.

Clack, clack, clack... Ding, ding, ding...

The sound of a gun being dismantled rang out behind them, followed by the sharp clink of metal pieces falling onto the brick surface.

"Three." Just as Chernault got to his feet, he heard a voice from the mouth of the alley.

"Two."

His eyes widened in disbelief.

"One."

Crack, crack, crack...

The two men's bodies were instantly twisted into pretzels by an unknown force that erupted from deep within them. White bones, red muscle fibers, and pale skin mixed together in an instant. Chernault stood frozen in place as his body quickly tore itself apart. In the end, he died a horrific death, his body half-bone and half-flesh, with darkened blood oozing through the cracks in the alley.

Outside the alley, Cassius strode forward into the evening breeze. For some reason, he was in a surprisingly good mood. The so-called Blood Spirits were actually the Dead Blood entities and had become involved in the Tulip Antique Exhibition. It seemed that something at the exhibition was causing the Dead Blood to converge.

This was very good! Cassius had been delaying the completion of his lingering attachment, partly because the Dead Blood had been hiding so well, and partly because he hadn't been strong enough.

But now, the Dead Blood had nearly fully mobilized all its assets in the Eastern region and come out of the shadows. Meanwhile, Cassius had spent his time honing his skills, learning the Southern Dipper Red Falcon Fist and creating his own Golem Covert Martial Arts. He had broken through to the combat artist realm and had even defeated a veteran combat artist while in a berserk state. The grudge he had held since the massacre of his family could finally be settled here!

Furthermore, what exactly was the Dead Blood trying to acquire at the Tulip Antique Exhibition? If Cassius could figure that out, he could use it as the lynchpin of his plan and seize the initiative. After all, he wasn't alone. Feng Liusi and Saint Feinan were trustworthy allies.

Three veteran combat artists! And there was a chance that the Black Ops Agency, which might have an interest in the Dead Blood, would get involved. That butler who was nicknamed "Reaper Amos" had also reached B-rank in strength. If they joined forces, they might just be able to set up a trap and wipe out the Dead Blood in one fell swoop!

Cassius quickly weighed these possibilities in his mind. There were only two concerns left on his mind.

First, the mysterious Gate Organization and the original Covert Martial Arts force in East Sea County, the Cloud Dog Fist, were wild cards. Second, the Dead Blood had escaped, and Chernault and the other man had been used as decoys. The Blood Spirit Society might have taken notice of Cassius and his companions, making future confrontations more difficult.

However, with things as they were, some complications were inevitable. What Cassius needed to do now was to focus on achieving his goals. As for the recent slip-ups...

Beep!

A sleek, black luxury car with rounded corners rolled toward them. The window lowered and a boy's somewhat cute face peeked out. "Hey, are you martial artists? You were running so fast."

A smile suddenly appeared on Cassius's face. He took a few steps forward and slightly lifted the car with his right hand. Two wriggling clumps of black and red blood were stuck to the front tire.

The blood had a face that had already been flattened on the road—it was the Dead Blood that had escaped! Once separated from its host, the Dead Blood was slow and weak, barely more dangerous than a blob of glue. It had tried to escape from the two men of the Blood Spirit Society but had unfortunately been caught by the spinning car tires.

By a stroke of fate, it had been brought right back to Cassius. Everything, it seemed, was pure coincidence.

Zing!

The Golem life magnetic field activated. For parasitic dark creatures like the Dead Blood, there was no way they could resist now that they had lost their hosts. It was instantly killed by the vibrating frequency.

What had once been soft and slimy like glue turned gray, resembling dried chewing gum. Cassius stood up and crumbled it into dust between his hands.

The boy, watching from the car window in astonishment, said, "You really are martial artists! So strong!"

Cassius shook his head. "No, we're gangsters."

He retrieved the short-haired man’s handgun from his belt and twisted it apart, leaving only the cylindrical metal barrel intact.

Cassius handed the barrel to the boy. "A small gift. It's been fired recently so it probably still smells like gunpowder."